The Pink Noise
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Once again, Pink Noise mastermind Mark Sauner sounds like a laid-back, drug dealing, cartoon street hustler leaning against a brick wall trying to sweet-talk you. Are you going to get inside his black Cadillac and go for a cruise? I warn you he’s headed for a futuristic district. The windows to this man’s soul may be tinted, but it’s a luxury ride to the finish line. This is mutant-making music. These anthems would provide the suitable soundtrack for a dystopian inner-city youth centre with a poisoned water supply. The Pink Noise is truly a national treasure and sorely under recognized for its achievements in the field of sleaze.